It's Tuesday - It's Random - It's Coffee Chat!

I'm linking up with Stacy for some randomness.

Does this ever happen to you?

Isn't it annoying?  Instead of going rollrollrollrollroll, your toilet paper roll goes thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk.  How irritating!

But this...

this makes everything better!  But I can't eat peanut butter M&M's right now.  I need to try to eat healthier and maybe drop a couple of pounds before my our daughter gets married.  Which is one reason we started using Blue Apron (and the fact that we got a week free).

With only two of us at home most of the time, it was taking a lot of effort to even think about cooking.  More often than not, it was easier to go out than it was to cook something.  It required too much planning, grocery shopping, and mental effort trying to decide what to cook without having tons of leftovers.

So, we started eating our meals last week, and hell froze over!  Yes, it did!  Why, you ask?  I ate radishes and sweet potatoes!  No, not at the same time.  The radishes were part of a salad with arugala and Italian vinaigrette.  The sweet potato was roasted with a little olive oil, salt, and pepper.  And guess what?  I liked them both!  I have enjoyed all the meals we've had so far.

The only drawback is the time it takes to prepare the meals.  Since everything is made from scratch, there is a lot of washing, crushing, slicing, chopping, and mixing.  That's a good thing, of course, because it means we're eating healthy foods, but it's time-consuming.  The recipes are really trendy and delicious, though, so it's worth it.

And now, Coffee Chat at Ink Interrupted.  Our hostess asks,

What's the silliest or craziest thing you've ever done?

Wow!  How to answer that honestly and keep my dignity, too.  Hmmmm.  We have friends who used to live two doors down from us.  Every year they had a martini party during Halloween weekend, and we would attend, drink too much, and walk home without incident.  A few years ago, they moved a couple of miles away, not walking distance anymore.

So we attended and everything was going well.  No topless ladies jumped in the pool (that had happened at a previous party), but there were other good times happening. The party theme was rednecks and white trash, and I was dressed a little trashy, nothing over the top.  I even had a well-placed tattoo (temporary, mind you) on my, uh, my, ummm, chest area?  We all drank a "little" too much.

Crazy me, though.  On the way home, I decided I needed to get out of the car and walk because I felt sick. I needed air.  The only thing is, I forgot how to get home.  From my own neighborhood!  I couldn't get my bearings to figure out where I was.  And I did get sick.  When I finally got home, I had my phone, but I lost my purse.  How does that even happen?  A kind soul returned it to me a day later.    Turns out that my husband parked the car and fell asleep, and I didn't see him until the next morning.

Graphic Credit

Lesson to be learned:  Write simple directions showing how to get home on your hand in permanent marker before you go to a martini party!

Our former neighbors quit having martini parties a couple of years ago.  No, not because of us!  It was time consuming to plan and cost a lot.  Our lives are a lot more lowkey now anywaydddd.
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